Mature Carnality

"Her authority over me and the efficient way she normally wielded it suddenly disappeared. Her new-found (to me) casual manner made it all so easy, falling into one another's arms, finding mouths and tongues with unanticipated familiarity, falling easily, dreamily, into bed after our clothes seemed to fall off of our bodies, more shed than removed. Once abed, she was frank, wordlessly indicating what she wanted, gently inducing my mouth to her breasts, my thumb to her mouth, all without words - with only the subtlest of movement, pressure. I admired the freckles crowding her chest and shoulders. She communicated through soft sighs, sharp intakes of breath, lovely moans. Her skin looked papery but felt soft and warm, tasting clean and fresh. She lubricated slowly, but steadily until her loins weeped the flavor of parsimmons. She pulled my wet face close to hers, tasting herself on my lips and tongue, savoring, her green eyes smiling into mine. Then she spoke for the first time in many minutes. "Fuck me . . . now," she said, softly, firmly and matter-of-fact as she raised her legs around me, pulling me closer. She'd come so far in her life. Now she was taking the time to enjoy this moment with me. How fortunate. I didn't dare dissapoint her."